#humans have too short lives for random people telling them they can't live their life how they want

[aterfish]

Being ace is an opposite of fuck around and find out:

Fuck nobody and never know for sure

#never knowing is actually a very important part #bc you learn that you dont care and you dont wait for that ✨special someone✨ #if something changes: cool #if nothing changes: cool #i dont need to be sure to be okay with my sexuality #and i dont need proof for others if i want to use one label or another #peace and love on planet earth #humans have too short lives for random people telling them they can't live their life how they want #asexual #asexuality #aroace #ater babbling at 2 am #hello new followers time to disappoint you 💖 #also im sex repulsed. but if you are not? then fuck and never know for sure ✨ #its literally 2am i really should stop and think before posting something. but dis a problem for a future fish #Right now fish wants to post their stupid post

[notmorbid]

miss subways.

dialogue prompts from miss subways: a novel by david duchovny.

every day here is like a new stanford experiment.

my inner judge never has rehabilitation in mind.

if i'm not busy learning or being born, i'm busy dying.

you want me here, but then you want to ignore me.

one step forward, one half-step back.

i like the phrase 'making love'.

fuck you, asshole.

to the victors go the nomenclature.

gods are immortal, so they're patient.

not even i can stomach scientology.

what is the sound of one hand clapping?

i don't want to be famous. i don't have the clothes for it.

my identity can't be longer than a tweet.

i saw an opening. i decided to be the bad guy.

you're not going to start biting the heads off live bats, are you?

it's true, then. you can't take it with you.

you worried so hard for so long.

i'm sorry, i didn't get your last name.

you called me? what are you, 103 years old?

jesus would not go to nobu.

i don't mind you thinking outside the box. i mind you thinking outside of my box.

either lie down completely or stand the fuck up. it's gonna kill you in the middle.

you sound like oprah, except mean.

i want to live my life, not document it on instagram.

you lie to yourself and you lie to me.

to save something, something must be sacrificed. that's the way it goes.

we can't police our dreams. don't judge.

it felt like a death.

if i own something long enough, i start ascribing feelings to it.

that billy shakespeare, he got everywhere first.

i'm a reader, not a writer.

come on, let's get you cleaned up.

did i call you last night?

i was a different person with a different life. i've never had a dream like that.

there's nothing more boring than listening to somebody else's dream.

i can be a good shrink or a good friend. not both. choose.

i can't remember the last time i got laid.

don't be such a pussy.

i feel like i'm coming up short.

this is no time to come out of the closet.

was i a disappointment to you?

i like seeing things the way i do.

which version is the real you?

don't worry. there won't be a quiz.

the future is as random and fated as the past.

so much of life necessitates looking away.

have you been crying?

you forgot your trigger warning.

what i want has very little to do with anything.

spare me the faux shame.

when do the exceptions just pile up and make a new rule?

i like structure. i like to know i've done my homework.

i have to go to confession.

i don't know what to pray for.

the prayer is the god.

you stabbed a priest?

i need to change the past.

i'm losing you to that place you go.

shut the front door!

what would the perfect life look like?

you have the coolest, most beautiful eyes i've ever seen.

sing you to sleep? i don't really know any songs.

you don't know any songs? that's not possible.

i think i've always wanted to be taken advantage of by a gigolo.

you seem too smart to be an actor.

little lies make bigger lies possible.

there's something you're not saying.

there's a lot i'm not saying. i'm sure there's a lot you're not saying, too.

take the reins. write your own story.

i'm sorry you heard that.

i screwed up. you're not gonna love me anymore.

we all know better, but we're human. we screw up.

how do we know our character unless we step outside it and look its way, now and then?

is it my business? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

i feel tall enough to ride this rollercoaster.

maybe you don't see yourself the way i see you.

you understand fine. you're just too nervous to comprehend.

people fall in love in difficult circumstances. most songs are about it.

let's agree on a moratorium on questions like "how did you know?".

well, stop guessing. start knowing.

just because i'm funny doesn't mean i'm not lethal.

you're already in the game. you have no choice but to play on.

don't tell me what i want. don't put words in my mouth.

where has playing by the rules gotten you?

maybe you have more power than you think you do.

one of the lies we tell children is that reason will get them through this life.

in order to love, you have to know what death is.

as first kisses go, i've had worse.

there's such a thing as too much history.

i want to be with you, but not like this.

i'm quite forgettable. that's like, the most memorable thing about me.

do you actually believe in past lives?

this conversation requires more wine than i currently have.

is there something else you'd like to ask? i get the feeling there is.

#rp meme #ask memes #inbox memes #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox meme #ask meme #rp prompt #fantasy meme #romance meme

[stuckinapril]

hi random question here idk if you'll see it but I recently went through a breakup in early September and nothing has felt right since then and sometimes I feel like I'm living a different life/started over a new life and everything is so foreign

Like I genuinely feel like I'm learning to talk to people again and take care of myself and watch TV again and listen to music again and just...ugh

The whole thing sent me for a loop and I just felt so unlovable and sad...and I lowkey feel like I went over the deep end because everything feels so weird to me and I probably didn't but I swear to god!! I got in a new relationship and I swear I can't love right like it just feels so weird!! Like I'm happy in my new relationship and the new person is making me very content sometimes I just feel like it's just me and everything feels so trippy and dream-like

Point is I feel like nothing will ever feel "okay" or "good" again and I go through spouts of believing it but sometimes I feel so insane...so yeah

i call it a “soul glitch” haha. it’s when you lose someone (platonic, romantic, familial whatever) who meant a lot to you and then you sort of just feel like your whole life is a house of cards that even the slightest breeze could knock over. i feel that. i feel that so much. i just wanted to start off this ask by telling you your feelings are valid, that they’re normal, that september was such a short time ago and you’re allowed to mourn a person whom you loved but who’s no longer in your life. i don’t want to start this off w any therapy speak or the typical “work on ur confidence” “you need to be okay w being by yourself” blah blah bc i think human connection is so beautiful. like from the bottom of my heart. i think it’s beautiful that you loved someone so much that the loss of them has made you the most human you possibly are, w all this sadness and longing and everything in between. it’s normal that you’re sad. it’s normal that you’re hurting. i’m sorry that this happened.

i’m not one to tell anyone what their capacity is, when to move on to a new relationship, how to best bounce back from a breakup… but it kind of reads to me like you’ve moved on too fast. you broke up in september but you’re already in a new relationship? i would’ve never done that after my breakup. i did talk briefly to a couple guys from uni, but it was all so empty and no one really hooked me for long. you could have totally different coping mechanisms from me, but idk i’ve never met anyone who jumped into a new thing so early after their old thing and it ended well. literally not a single person. it always turned sour eventually.

not saying to break up w this new person, but i don’t think it’s fair to you or to them to stay in a relationship where you’re actively thinking of someone else. you need to give yourself time to mourn. i’m the kind of person who wants to immediately be okay and to bounce back after a heartbreak and to ignore the “soul glitch phase,” but that has never done me any good. let your soul glitch. genuinely. lie in bed in the dark and think of all the things you want to talk about w them but can’t. think about the sweet memories. feel a little like you’re living in unreality bc they’re not in it. you need to get it out of your system. i’m not sure your current relationship fits into that equation. i hope you get well soon friend

#ask

[ystrike1]

Pufferfish and Dolphins - By Dalegeyu (7.5/10)

This one is short, tragic and super unique. I'm not a huge fan of onegaverse settings, but supernatural concepts that involve people with animal traits have a ton of potential. In this world humans have fish and marine animal traits in their bloodlines. This is really short so I can't give it a higher rating, but it made my jaw drop.

People with pufferfish blood are very rare. They cannot live normal lives. When they get agitated they release toxins that are very dangerous. Xuzhnag is a lonely boy who ran away from home. He was born in a strange place. Bad people were holding his mother captive. Possibly because of her rare toxic body.

She helped him escape from the facility when he was very young, but she had to stay behind. Poor Xuzhnag has no one, and he can't touch anybody. If his emotions ever fluctuate too much he could put someone in the hospital.

Xuzhnag has two very good friends who are currently financially supporting him. They come from a dolphin bloodline. They're super horny and violent, but they're nice to Xuzhnag because his toxic fluids are like drugs to them. Mating with a pufferfish is the ultimate form of pleasure for a dolphin. Every dolphin wants a super rare pufferfish trophy wife.

The two brothers are willing to share him, because pufferfish humans are so incredibly rare. Also, pufferfish brides usually try to escape. Xuzhnag is not from a predator bloodline. Eventually he is going to notice how different they are. The twins are very cruel and forceful, even though they claim they love him. The twins agree to share him so they can effectively watch over him and trap him.

They get jealous very easily. Xuzhnag wanted to attend school normally, but then one guy tries to become his friend. The twins instantly go ballistic. They think everyone wants to kidnap Xuzhnag, because that's all they think about when they see him. Xuzhnag is incredibly attractive to both of them, and they want to hide him away.

I have some bad news.

Xuzhnag's mother was a breeding pufferfish. Dolphin families capture pufferfish brides and males, and they force them to breed. The author didn't provide too many details, but it looks like each strong dolphin is allowed to choose one pufferfish. Then they can make an agreement with another family if they want to have pufferfish children. The twins and Xuzhnag are all male, and the twins would love to raise Xuzhnag's child. So, the make him mate with a random pufferfish woman. It's...rough. He doesn't want to but they force him.

Five years pass. Xuzhnag had an adorable baby boy with the pufferfish woman. The twins are raising him with love, and Xuzhnag is half mad. He doesn't leave his bedroom and the twins have chained him up, because he's a flight risk. He's rebellious just like his mother.

The child doesn't suspect anything. He thinks this is all normal. The twins have already found a dolphin bride for him. Xuzhnag screams and tells his son to avoid people with silver hair, but the naive child just backs away. He goes out and enjoys his life with his fiance and the twins. As soon as the kids leave the twins close the door and spend time with their captive wife.

I think the love the twins feel is mostly obsession and lust, but their dedication does feel like hardcore yandere. I wish this was a long series. I would have loved to see more different species interact.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #yaoi #Pufferfish and Dolphins

[michael-after-hours]

We've all heard and fallen in love with the idea that David was a gunslinger, that he used to be Doc....

Some even think he could have easily been Ace Merrill! Which can work just as well....

Now I offer....my new favorite idea....David...our beloved happy cocky little fella....used to be Athos from the Three Musketeers.

Yes he was one of the , all for one and one for all, a little French basturd who was heartbroken and drank a LOT...

It would explain his obsession with wine bottle and using them, he probably loves a drink still. He shows off and shouts "Bravo!" Like an old man.

If we go off time period alone, it would have been from 1625-1628 for the Musketeers, as opposed to the years 1877-78, a one year time difference for Docs wild cowboy lifestyle (which seems very short lived as a cowboy, but the western life lasted longer than that)

While yes Musketeers are similar to Young Guns in a sence of it was just some people, fairly young, who could use guns and fight, it was different.

Young guns, a term my mom so happily told me came from, "How young they were and how they had guns" a random fact of this is that Billy the Kid was only 17/18 a literal kid.

The Musketeers were all adult however, as far as I know and can tell. They also used guns, muskets(hence musketeers). They would often battle on foot, and on horseback. Making them both Infantry and Calvary.

But the really really neat thing, about this idea I've had is ranks. Like any military position, when your protecting the king of France in god damn, 1652, you can become very very close to the king of you prove your worth.

And who oh who could lounge around and stalk at lavish parties the king no doubt throws? Why Max of course.

Someone had to turn David, or in this case, Athos. Someone would have to turn him, trick him, tempt him and as far as I can tell it wouldn't take very much.

The man's wife betrayed him, he kills her, he's struck with grief and heartache, he's already a heavy drinker...he is still a musketeer sure, but what would stop him from putting himself in an early grave? Not much.

So here comes Max. He offers Athos a deal he can't resist.

"Live long and hearty, celebrate in places more lavish than the kings court, have all the women you want, perhaps even try your hand at other hobbies that arnt drinking yourself into an early grave," Max had followed, stalked, Athos to a corridor. Where the young Musketeer was slinking off to, who knew, but he seemed to want to be alone with his bottle to keep him company. A bottle he was gripping as if his life defended on it, and oh how pitiful it was to Max to see such a young man in such a state.

"....could make you into a very fine philosopher....or a herbalist, whatever your heart desires Athos," His voice echoed the hall and yet was barley above a soft spoken tone, like a parent speaking with their small child. It didn't help that he went and grabbed the bottle away from Athos.

"But I must warn you it'll come with a price, a very very expensive one at that." Was it to be the bottle that would be the price? Give up drinking? Never.

"oh it's not drinking, I assure you it's something more....expensive...not gold, or coin, or silver, no something more....valued...personal to you and every human..." What kind of sick game was this man pulling on Athos? He was getting tired of the King's eccentric guest and hated to deal with this man he didn't at all wish to speak with him anymore.

"Oh come now Athos, the greatest of three Musketeers, it's nothing that bad, you just would have to sleep in the day and be up during the night! I suffer aliments during the day, and well the price is making others be on my sleeping schedule you see~" Harmless....a harmless enough deal and thought, who didn't suffer aliments form the too bright sun? And well...Athos wouldn't mind learning a few more things, maybe he'll take up the offer.

"So it's a deal I take it dear Athos?" The man extended his hand, the bottle in the other long gone, and the minute Athos out his hand on the man's he knew something was wrong, but the words left his lips barely, "A deal-" he was against a wall in seconds trying to pry the man off his neck gasping and kicking before falling limp.

A deal so wonderful only comes around once in a lifetime. A bargain so good it couldn't be true and that free Athos knows this now as he laid dazed in the infirmary, mind swirling around like a bottle of wine.

That man, that basturd, that dream he had, that nightmare it was...he hated it, and he wasn't getting any better, if anything he was getting worse. One of three musketeers, dying, how fitting to leave his friend behind after an attack form someone...

Attempted assassination they rumored, posion others said, a little of both is what Athos has taken up believing.

But a few days turns to weeks, three weeks turns into four, and finally he's relisted to go but only to be comfortable in his own room for a few days to make a finishing recovery....only to still be suffering sever drowsiness, hunger pains, and lack of iron.

"nothing a nice diet won't fix!" "I don't want the fucking bloodie meals Porthos!" Fights were more and more, and then one day he was gone.

His clothes with him, he left some note, he was gone....no one ever found him, but the musketeers swear until the day they served no more, that a man in a stained cloak, branded with that of the musketeers could be seen far away in fields, riding a stallion black as night and vanishing once day broke.

He became somewhat a legend, a myth, a fallen soldier that haunted the lands.....stories and books were written about him, plays were made and then films, each time it filled him with greater and greater joy.

The deal, the bargen came at a cost but oh how Athos relished in becoming David and how he adores trading in his horse and hat for a bike and new gang...they were no musketeers, but they might as well be.

Anyways, Athos is David idea folks it sooo it's eating me up.

#the lost boys #the three musketeers #RIP those who are gonna look in their repsectiem e fags and be confused on why a valpire is in frnace and vice versa #its eating me ALIVE OH MY GOD I CAAAAANT #ATHOS HAS A CHOKE HOLD ON ME OKEYYY #the three musketeers 1993 #athos my beloved💗💗💗💗🥺 #ATHOS MY MAAANS😖😖💗💖💗💖💗 #athos is david confirmed by me #i got carried away midway through and started wring a fic in so sorry y'all #maybe when im not so sleepy ill write write it #david the lost boys #i NEED to talk about this more snd NEEEEEED YAAALLL to see it

[sunnywalnut]

Folklore having ties to real life diseases/nature phenomenons has GOT to be one of the coolest things ever.

Like lycanthropy? Rabies but with a bit more hope(depending on which lore you read into. Sometimes people can turn back, sometimes they can't).

That water horse that pulls you deeper into the ocean? Dude got caught in the undertow.

Witches/women who live in the woods alone and charm random weirdos into following them just so they can kill them? I don't know about you but if I was a woman who lived in the woods alone and a man started to follow me, I'd pull some pretty sick self defense.

And what about sirens? Hallucinations aren't really that uncommon. Especially out at sea where the sun reflects off the water all the time and messes with your eyes. Auditory hallucinations are a thing too you know. And you're telling me that these men haven't missed their wives enough to hear their voices? Especially without realizing heatstroke got their asses?

Don't get me started on mermaid mantetees. They fall under the same boat, I'd think.

Oh and I think vampires were born from tuberculosis or "consumption" (or at least that's what Google has told me, along with rabies and porphyria. Whatever that is). Which yeah. If Gramama who loved garlic and sunshine and sweet tea suddenly HATED all of those things without any clear reason and her tanned skin started losing its color, I'd be pretty freaked, too.

In short? Folktales are cool as fuck. I love them. Humanity is awesome. And Imma go read me some more books because honestly this shit got my brain going a mile a minute.

#folktale #folklore #vampire #werewolves #siren #mermaid #disease

[iamsumati]

The Mid-Year Resolution–Reducing Screen Time: Because We're All Just Addicted to Our Devices, Aren't We?

Ah, mid-year resolutions. Those delightful promises we make to ourselves when we realize our New Year's resolutions are already gathering dust. And what better resolution to make in this tech-saturated world than reducing screen time? Because clearly, we're all just helpless victims, glued to our devices day in and day out. It's not like we have anything else to do, right?

The Elders:

Let's start with the elders, shall we? Those wise, experienced souls who have seen the world without smartphones and social media. But no, they are not immune to the allure of the digital realm. Instead of spending their golden years basking in the glory of nature or engaging in meaningful conversations, they prefer to browse through endless Facebook posts, sharing cat memes and chain messages with enthusiasm. How lucky we are to have such role models!

The Youngsters:

And then there are the youngsters, those bright-eyed and bushy-tailed individuals who should be out there exploring the world and chasing their dreams. But no, they've discovered that life is just too boring without a constant stream of notifications and the ability to Snapchat every mundane moment of their existence. Who needs real-life adventures when you can embark on virtual quests and watch other people live their lives through YouTube videos?

The Kids:

Of course, we can't forget about the kids. They're practically born with a smartphone in hand these days. From the moment they wake up until the time they go to bed, their little fingers are perpetually swiping and tapping. Who needs playgrounds, imagination, or face-to-face interaction when you can spend hours on end playing mind-numbing games or scrolling through mindless TikTok videos? It's a new form of digital enlightenment, clearly.

But wait, there's more! Let's dive deeper into the absurdity of our screen time addiction and explore a few more aspects of this delightful digital world we've created.

The Social Media Obsession:

Ah, social media, the black hole where time goes to die. We spend hours meticulously curating our online personas, perfecting selfies, and crafting witty captions to prove to the world just how fascinating our lives are. Because nothing screams self-worth like counting the number of likes on a heavily filtered photo of our avocado toast. Who needs genuine human connections when we have virtual validation?

The Endless Scroll:

Oh, the joys of the infinite scroll. Whether it's the bottomless pit of Instagram, the never-ending Twitter feed, or the hypnotizing allure of TikTok, we simply cannot resist the urge to keep scrolling. We tell ourselves it's for "research" or "staying informed," but deep down, we know we're just mindlessly consuming an endless stream of content. It's like being trapped in a labyrinth of memes, cat videos, and conspiracy theories. How could we possibly tear ourselves away from such intellectual stimulation?

Productivity Be Damned:

Who needs productivity when we can spend hours watching random YouTube videos or binge-watching the latest Netflix series? We convince ourselves that we're just taking a short break, but somehow, those 20 minutes turn into two hours without us even realizing it. The pile of unfinished tasks mocks us from the corner of our screen, but we shrug it off and click on the next recommended video. After all, procrastination is an art form, and we're Picasso-level experts.

The Tech Enablers:

Let's not forget the wonderful tech enablers that keep us glued to our screens. From addictive mobile games designed to hijack our attention to social media algorithms that know our deepest desires better than we do, the tech industry has perfected the art of keeping us hooked. It's as if they've tapped into our brains and discovered the secret to eternal distraction. Hats off to them for their ingenious ways of ensuring our screen time resolutions remain nothing more than a fleeting thought.

Now, let's address the genius idea of making a mid-year resolution to reduce screen time. Because six months into the year, it's become painfully apparent that our lives might be spiraling out of control due to excessive device usage. Surely, we can't go on living like this, can we? So, let's commit to reducing screen time by a whole fifteen minutes a day, because baby steps are important, people! Who needs drastic changes when we can just nibble at the problem, right?

In a world where screens have become extensions of our bodies, where online interactions often trump face-to-face connections, and where we're constantly bombarded with digital distractions, making a mid-year resolution to reduce screen time is a stroke of genius. Because why should we challenge ourselves to step away from our addictive devices and rediscover the joys of the offline world? It's so much easier to sarcastically acknowledge our addiction and continue down the path of virtual bliss.

In conclusion, making a mid-year resolution to reduce screen time is both a noble and comical endeavor. As we sarcastically acknowledge our addiction to devices, social media, and the allure of the digital world, let's raise a virtual glass to our collective determination to continue down this path of screen-induced bliss. After all, who needs the real world when we have the wonders of the virtual realm at our fingertips? Cheers to another year of screens, notifications, and endless scrolling! Here's to a mid-year resolution that's bound to be forgotten before the next notification pops up. Cheers!

#thoughts #mydiary

[whysojiminimnida]

It saddens me to see Jikook supporter and translator accounts bullied off SM platforms. I fully respect people doing what is right for their mental health if they find the pressure gets to be too much. I just hate to see the trolls win and wonder whether you, as a grown adult who has demonstrated the ability to delete toxic comments and tell off the crazies when necessary, have some tips you can share to help others be strong.

Hi anon, I dunno if I'm the best advice rabbit, but I'll just share anyway because, well, you're here, so. And I have seen a few "goodbye social media" posts lately. I have seen many, many posts like that over my *coughdecadescough* years online.

Listen, kids, it's a rule of the internet. If you're gonna leave, LEAVE. This whole idea of "my mental health is suffering because I cannot disengage the entertainment part of my brain from my actual real social life and I need you all to understand that" is, at best, unhealthy. It smacks of attention-seeking and an inability to be proactive without constant external feedback. A short explanation is fine if you're a large account, but...

...nobody needs to read pages of drama about how you simply cannot anymore. If you can't, don't. YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN SOME EPHEMERAL IDEA OF ONLINE REACH. Say that again if necessary. Into the mirror. Out loud. "Go outside and touch some grass" is actually a very good strategy for dealing with online stressors.

This is not to give people a rough time or to minimize someone's hurt feelings or pain, at all. I'm just gonna tell you how it WAS, and then how it IS:

In the early years of the interwebz, the place of AOL and Myspace and Blogspot and (gasp) the /b/ board at 4chan, we called ourselves "fags" and new people were "cancer". If you wrote a whole "goodbye cruel internet" post it was likely to get you doxxed, published, and a crisis team called to your house. YOU THINK I AM JOKING, I AM NOT JOKING. We didn't do anything if it wasn't behind seven proxies and jokes about everything were on the table. It was the Wild West, much more than the gatekeeping and "we don't assume X about Y" that we see in 2022. And to be honest people did harm themselves over it then just like they do now. Difference is, excepting a few white knights, most people figured that was a you problem. The 90s and early 00s were not a sensitive time. If you couldn't hang you were teased mercilessly and then forgotten, to be replaced with another kid whose mother would get a call at work from a random stranger in Ohio, telling her that her kid was at home looking at gay dolphin porn and needed an adult.

My advice for not letting trolls win? DON'T LET THE FUCKING TROLLS WIN. Seriously, that's it. It's not that hard. But let me break it down for you:

1. TURN IT OFF. Leave your phone (gasp) on the charger, kill your laptop, and GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE.

2. LEAVE IT OFF UNTIL YOU GAIN SOME PERSPECTIVE OR FEEL BETTER. Seriously, entire generations of people grew up without a phone attached to their hand. Some of us had CORDS on ours and they were located IN THE HOUSE and we had to SHARE THEM. You will not die if you unplug for ten minutes. My god I sound like my father DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU PEOPLE ARE TURNING ME INTO

3. LITERALLY GO OUTSIDE. For something other than school or work. If you have not seen the daytime sky in awhile now is a great time for that. Or the nighttime sky. Get on a roof DON'T JUMP and fucking BREATHE AIR. Your body probably needs the quiet time. 4. TALK TO A HUMAN FACE TO FACE. Who does not live in your house. It can be a store clerk (BE NICE) or a bus driver or your elderly neighbor. Doesn't have to be long, just "Hello" or "You look nice today" or something that isn't "screaming shaking crying please come home Jimin".

And this sounds really extreme BECAUSE IT IS: IF YOU NEED TO SAVE YOUR SANITY AND IT IS THAT SERIOUS, LEAVE THE FANDOM FOR AWHILE. I mean it. I unplug this monster about once a week for a couple of days just to experience life and nurture actual relationships with real people who are not behind a screen. But if you are finding yourself unable to disengage, you may want to, I dunno, TAKE A DANCE CLASS or JOIN A STAMP COLLECTING CLUB or GO GET A HICKEY, whatever works for you. Smile at someone. Look them in the eye. Remind yourself that you are human and often, what you are perceiving is what is being fed to you from behind a screen. We do not live in an alternate universe storyline. Cook actual food. Clean your space. Listen to NON-BTS MUSIC FOR FIVE MINUTES. Volunteer at a nursing home or assisted living facility or your city's animal shelter, if you can. TAKE A WALK. And above all, remember that BTS are ENTERTAINERS. That means they are here to ENTERTAIN US. If you are not having a good time it is time to step out of the vehicle and catch it on the next round.

I love you all. I'm sorry if I sounded like your dad or my dad. Please stay safe out there. And if you need a break I'll be here when you get back. OKAY?!?! OKAY!!! (/jungkoo)

#anon #ask #stan twt #social media #bullies #trolls #go outside

[imasimpforshanks]

Hi there!

I hope you're doing great. Ehm... May I requests Law for either the romantic or the Angst alphabet? I just can't decide that and would like you to choose from it.

I'm really looking forward to your work. Other than that have a nice day/eve. ♡

Fluff Alphabet - Trafalgar Law

a/n: hi there!!! thank you for requesting and for your kind words 💓 I chose the fluff alphabet because our man has suffered enough and I couldn’t handle writing out angst for him 🙃 ANWAYSSSS pls enjoy x

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

During the little free time he has, Law loves to spend it with you doing anything lowkey. He’s usually pretty exhausted from everything going on, so taking some time to wind down and read a good book with you tucked him next to him reading you’re a book of your own is his ideal way to spend time with you.

That being said, if you are a person who prefers to do something active, Law won’t say no to that (so long as it’s not Luffy level active).

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Law admires your way of thinking. You always seem to bring a fresh, unique perspective and now he can’t help but ask for your input on everything. This is also what he finds the most beautiful about you. He’s never been one to care that much about what is on the outside. To Law, it’s what is on the inside that counts (who knew law was so cliché;)). Your mind and the way it works is a wonder to behold and Law counts himself very lucky that he is the one that gets to see you in action the most.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

Law takes a very pragmatic approach when it comes to comforting his s/o. He’s a doctor, so its only natural for him to think in this way. He asks you directly what’s wrong and how he could help – it’s the most logical thing to do and the quickest way to ensure you are feeling comforted.

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

In the future Law wants to live a simple, quiet life with you. Somewhere secluded and far away from all the noise and chaos of the world. You’ll live in a nice house (nothing too fancy), with a child or two running around acting out their parents’ infamous pirate adventures.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

He tends to take the more dominant role in the relationship. For the sake of your safety and his sanity, he prefers to be the one to take charge with you following his lead. But, he does still value your input in almost all decisions.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Your fights tend to be pretty short lived resulting in forgiveness and apologies from both sides relatively quickly. He really doesn’t like to stay mad at you for too long – he’d much rather have you two on the same page.

Most fights are caused by stress and concerns of health and safety, so Law does a lot of eye rolling and using his title as a ‘doctor’ as justification that he knows what he’s doing so you just need to chill – but like I said these fights are very short lived.

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Before he met you, Law’s life was very dull. Yes, he has his fair share of adventures and fun with his crew, but there was something missing from his life. But then you came along, bringing a little more colour into his life. Instead of being exhausted and tense from dealing with everything alone, you forced your way in and pried him open, allowing him to share his burdens. For that, Law is eternally grateful.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Initially, Law tried to hide quite a lot. He was very selective about the information he shared with you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just struggled to share things with others – his past has made him very closed off. But, before he knew it you managed to weasel your way in, and soon he found himself confiding in you about everything. The only time he ever keeps a secret is if knowing it will jeopardize your safety.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

I touched on this a little bit before, but you were able to teach Law the relief and comfort that comes with trusting and relying on others. Because of you, he was able to learn that its important to not deal with everything on your own.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?).

It’s not often that Law gets jealous. It’s an ugly emotion, plus he feels no need to be jealous since he trust you with his whole heart. However, if he was to get jealous, he is definitely the quiet jealous type. His fists clench a little tighter, his frown deepens ever so slightly, and he just doesn’t speak. He doesn’t ignore you though, rather he chooses to curt replies until he eventually gets over it or if it’s really bothering him he may bring it up with you.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

He is a very inexperienced kisser, not having (or wanting) many romantic relationships in his past. Even so, he’s surprisingly not horrible (but not great either) at kissing. Maybe it has something to do with his deep knowledge and understanding of the way the human body works. Unfortunately, during your first kiss he tried to rely a little too much on his ‘knowledge’ rather than melting in to it. It wasn’t a horrible first kiss, it just felt a little stiff. The desire was there, but it was as if he were afraid to give in to the emotions he was feeling and reading your signals. However, after a little communication and guidance he’s now an expert.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

It was in the heat of the moment after you had done something completely and utterly stupid, that almost cost you your life. He wasn’t intending on doing it right then and there, in fact he actually had a whole plan of how and when he was going to tell you how he felt. But seeing you lying in the infirmary after having to operate on you was more than he could handle and before he knew it the words just slipped out.

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Marriage is indeed something Law wants. You wouldn’t expect it but after you two officially got together, it wasn’t more than a month before Law started thinking about marriage. He knows now isn’t the time for marriage, but it’s definitely in his plans for the next few years or so.

His proposal is going to be low key. The two of you would have to be alone with no other people around – maybe while you two are lying in bed one night, he just pops the question. And as with the proposal, your wedding would also be low key. No big party or ceremony, just you two and the people closest to you (bepo definitely officiates).

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

‘Babe’ or your name are his usual choices for when you are around other people. But occasionally when he’s on the verge of falling asleep he’ll let out a yawn followed by a sleepy “babyyyy”.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

When Law is in love he tends to keep his cool and collected façade. But on the inside he’s a babbling, nervous mess. He doesn’t do anything particularly out of the ordinary other than making a bit more of an attempt at conversing with you. He loves hearing you talk and rambling on about things you’re passionate about so he does try to find any excuse to talk to you.

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

PDA is something Law isn’t the biggest fan of. He’ll stand next to you and be in close proximity while sharing a few glances, but other than that he won’t engage in PDA. Law considers that sort of thing to be private and intimate so he likes to keep it between the two of you. Occasionally, if you are feeling a little extra needy he may give in to a quick hug or forehead kiss.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

It may not come as that much of a surprise but, Law can make one hell of a cup of coffee (actually any hot drink really). His perfect brew definitely comes in handy.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Oh boy, he is way more romantic than anyone would ever realize. He loves doing little things for you just to see that sweet smile on your face. It makes his heart swell with happiness.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

Rather than being the consistently positive support, Law provides you with constructive criticism and things that can actively help you achieve your goals. He’s a realist, so doesn’t think only saying “you can do it” or “it’s only a minor setback” is the way to go. He still says those things because they are true – Law honestly believes you can do whatever you set your mind to, however, constructive criticism is needed in addition to this.

The key take away here is: YES. Law believes you can achieve all your hopes and dreams.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

Law needs routine, especially in your relationship. You have continued doing the same things in your relationship since you first got together because it works. Why would he want to change what works? It’s safe, it’s familiar, and it’s comfortable.

That being said, he’s not opposed to the idea of spicing things up. If you ever felt like trying something new (or even if he starts to feel bored about something), he would be open to the idea. Who knows, maybe the new thing you try could even become a part of your routine.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

It’s no surprise that he is very adept at reading people, he’s on to it and has exceptional observation skills. He uses these skills with you as well.

He knows what it’s like to be consumed by emotions (in fact he knows that too well), and while with most, he’s the type to keep his emotions hidden, when it comes to you he shares his emotions to help you realize that he also knows how it feels and that you are not alone.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?).

Your relationship is a top priority in his life. He’s lost everyone he ever cares about (other than his crew) and there is no way he is going to lose you too. The only thing that may potentially rival your relationship is his goal of taking revenge on Doflamingo.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

There’s nothing he loves more than you running your hands through his hair while his head is on your chest or stomach. He automatically leans into your hand every time. He feels the safest in this position.

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Like I said before, he is affectionate but it’s mainly when the two of you are alone. Those displays of affection are for the two of you and no one else. But, when the two of you are alone he absolutely loves cuddles (especially lying with his head on your lap or chest).

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

He gets stressed when you’re not around for more than one reason. Firstly, you can’t help to calm him down and force him to take a breather. Secondly, he’s constantly worried about your safety and wellbeing.

Honestly, the only way he copes with it is by stressing (I know it’s not coping at all but I mean that’s Law for you LMAO).

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Law would put his life on the line for your relationship. He doesn’t want to lose someone he cares about – not again. He can’t handle that sort of pain, so if it was required of him, he would gladly give his life.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader #fluff alphabet #one piece alphabet

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

🕯Anon said: hi sweetheart 🕊 can you write about armin having a quiet night with the reader? something like wearing comfy pajamas, fairy lights, cute little candles, incense, soft songs and maybe some reading? and they just cuddling? 🥺 i think about that whenever i go to sleep and do all of the above, but i'm just by myself lmao anyways, thank you so much 🌸 (btw i'm the anon who asked you about the armin x painter!reader 🥺 hello 🥺 i just love how you write can we be friends please) 🕯

Quiet night with Armin

{ Armin x Reader | tw:none | sleep help, comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Twilight, Valley of the Genesee" 1865 by Samuel Colman 1832 - 1920 }

Shimmering golden hues weaved across pastel blue walls in the form of strings, crossing the bookshelf before making a turn at the plants corner, illuminating the room with a soft warm glow.

Your head rested against the satin pillow, just right above Armin's shoulder, close enough that you can see the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. The ends of his hair ghosting over your cheek whenever he leaned to tell a particular clever line of the book he's been reading to you.

You can't exactly remember the name of it, but you can clearly recall his excited smile this morning when showing it to you.

"It's one of my favourites" he said, "the last time i got to reread it was in high-school, has it really been that long?" And that's all you can remember from the conversation before it got sidetracked by him asking if you had lunch yet.

There's definitely something to be said about rereading a book over and over again, a sense of familiarity, an attachment to the characters, plot and world setting. It's almost magic how quickly your comfort book, show or movie can turn a horrible day into a nice one, making it the silver lining.

Looking at the way Armin would pause for a second after some lines, or chuckle at random scenes, like it's an inside joke between him and his mind, you can tell he's definitely recalling some good memories.

Just like how he's adding to his list of comfort memories by sharing this experience with you, he wants you to be a part of this silly book he once picked up as a child and continued to revisit every few years.

You glance at the remaining pages, just as he flips another one to start anew. You've already finished a third of the book, only a quarter remaining.

It's not that you're getting impatient, but it's more that the soft blanket draped over you, the warmth of Armin's body pressed next to yours and the sound of his voice, are all luring you into a hazy cloudy state where your eyelids feel too heavy and turning your head to check the clock seems too exhausting.

How long has it been? since you curled up against him right after you went to put your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink.

You don't have the heart to tell him that your brain stopped registering the words he's saying and instead listens to the tone of his soft-spoken voice and reacts accordingly. Stealing another glance at the remaining pages, you notice a few missing, okay good, just a few more. You can hold on right?

Right?

Forcing your eyes open, you suppress a yawn threatening to rise before curling even closer to his shoulder, face against his neck, hand over his chest.

Instead of focusing on his calming heartbeat, you try to focus your attention on different things, like the smell of snowdrops flowers filling the room from the scented incense sitting on the nightstand. 

Snowdrops, the milky bell-like flowers who befriended the cold harsh snow herself.

An ancient German tale that Armin told you, on one early spring morning. When the universe was just in bloom, as the earth shaped its form and the plants dressed themselves, when the god in the heavens above just created snow, she was told to go seek her colours from the flowers below.

She came with her request, but the flowers turned their heads, refusing to acknowledge her for she is the reason for the harsh weather, deeming their life spans short, overzealous and jealous, protecting their colours from the merciless lady snow. 

She was left all alone, friendliness, colourless with no love or sympathy from a soul.

Except for one, came knocking on her door, head bowed down and humbly offered to share. Snowdrops were the flowers that warmed the snow's heart, and so white was the colour in which snow was known.

Snow made a vow, to always protect her one and only friend, even from her own self. Under her watchful gaze, snowdrops were gifted with warmth that let them be the first flowers to bloom when winter bid her goodbyes as spring was arriving soon.

You've never seen snowdrops the same since, their delicate and shy nature standing out between all the proud flowers, you even suggested planting some to Armin.

"...but sweetheart" you remember him saying with a frown, " snowdrops are poisonous."

…

Yeah, and so getting their scented incense was the second best option available.

You hear the sound of another page being turned, fewer left to go, just hold on a bit longer.

Wondering the room with your eyes, your gaze fell on the straw sunhat hanging from the on the back of a chair. It's Armin's favourite, he'd always wear it when the sun was particularly bright that day.

you remember him saying it was a gift from his grandpa when he was a child.

His grandpa...didn't you visit his farm a few months ago?

...yeah you did, you can recall clearly, how you were:

Squinting your eyes to avoid the bright sun, you wiped the sweat collecting on your forehead before leaning your head back against the wooden wall. The occasional passing cool breeze distracting you from the dryness in your throat, even after moving to sit in the shade your skin still felt too hot.

The grassy fields in front stretched wide before ending in white pained fences, where the crops patches for vegetables started.

The sudden gentle waves of cool air against your skin made you glance to the side, where Armin was fanning you with his hat, while holding a tray with two ice filled lemonades in his other hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go inside?" He said, sitting next to you before handing you the cold drink, "you've already done a lot, I'll do take care of the rest."

You've been helping Armin with the farm work since sunrise, feeding the animals together and watering the crops, saying you're exhausted from the scorching hot sun was an underestimation.

And yet, somehow Armin seems unaffected. Not a sign of being bothered as he sat there next to you with his rolled up sleeves and cuffed pants, the slight flushing to his face was the only thing he got from the sun.

"Yeah, I need to lay down a bit." You remember saying, after emptying your drink in one go.

"If that's the case then-" setting the tray aside, Armin patted his lap while looking at you, "Come here."

Too tired to protest, you layed your head on his thigh, feeling your back stretching and the cool air from his fanning was already making you feel better.

"You know, there's a story my grandpa used to tell me about the sun."

An Australian folklore, about a time when the earth was merged in absolute Darkness, when even the stars refused to light up the sky.

Eternal darkness was the fate of humanity, as people were spent their lives carrying torches to light up their way.

Gnowee was an alone mother in a forsaken world, left to fend for her little son. Each day while he slept safely, she'd venture into the the fields in search for plants or seeds. Knowing very well that's it's a matter of life and death if she couldn't come back with something edible.

Each day she'd come with whatever she could find, feeding it to her son even if it meant sleeping on an empty stomach.

But with food scarce and the abyss looming at every corner, things were harder each day.

One day after rocking her child to sleep, she quietly left with her torch to dig for yams she saw on her way last time. Retracting her footsteps, it was a long journey but she knew it'd be worth it.

And so she walked and walked till she reached the place, began digging the ground but dirt and mud was all that she could find. But she couldn't just go back to her son empty handed, and so she wandered far.

She wandered so far in fact that she reached the end, not the end of her journey but the end of the earth itself.

Somehow, in someway she managed to pass from under it, her will for her son to live another day far greater that anything, and so she emerged from the other side.

The void.

Where nothingness lived.

Looking at the vast empty space, she didn't know where she was, the line between the ground and walls was so blurred that she thought she's floating.

Panic and dread filled her mind as she raised her torch higher and higher, attempting to clear a path for her to see. For she had to go back to her son, all alone sleeping by himself.

Climbing the sky was her only solution, as she wondered the world, unknowingly lighting up a path with her as she went.

"And so the Sun Goddess wonders the sky above, in search for her son." Armin told you that day, before offering you his own lemonade to drink because he was still worried about you.

...

You can't recall how that day ended, you think you might have fell asleep on his lap right after.

The fairylights on the wall reminded you of the clear stars sky you've seen while on the farm, his grandfather was a really sweet guy too.

With your mind still coulded in drowsiness, your hearing was also delayed apparently, since you just noticed the book in Armin's hold was closed with him staring at you with a smile instead.

Moving so he could set the book on the nightstand, Armin turned towards you before pulling you closer to him, making sure the covers don't slip off of you. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with love in his eyes.

"I'm sorry baby, did I take too long?" He said, glancing at the clock behind you answered his question. 

You shook your head, murmuring a slurred "it's alright." 

Posture visibly relaxing, he gave your cheek a small kiss before resting too on the pillow next to you, a yawn escaping him.

With half closed eyes, you saw him cuddling close to your chest, features softening as he bid you goodnight. Your hand moved to stroke his hair just like he always liked, lacing your fingers through the soft strands you closed your eyes too. 

Warmth took over you, the feeling of his soft breath near your neck, the comfortable weight of his arms around you, the slow ticking of the clock, it all rocked you to sleep as you happily gave in.

#Armin🕯 #sleep help🕯 #comfort🕯 #fluff🕯 #modern aot🕯 #armin alert #Armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin aot #aot #snk #aot x reader #aot x y/n #fluff #sleep help #comfy cosy #attack on titan #aot fanfiction

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

She lives in a constant state of perpetual indifference as she has lived in Burbank her whole life and there for has grownup surrounded by toons. She's always had a soft spot for Toons as they embody the pure comedy and innocence of the world, living only to make people laugh. This unfortunately leads a lot of them to get taken advantage of and mistreated; and this in turn lead her to pursue a career in the entertainment industry, specifically business and law in which favors Toons.

She ends up in Law school but unfortunately her family isn't made of money so she takes up a few part time jobs, mainly babysitting. Despite her bleak out look on life and dry sarcasm Tianna is actually very good with kids. Which leads to her getting a call from the CEO of Warner Bro Studios himself.

There must have been at least a hundred nannies and babysitters lined up for the interview; each anxiously awaiting their turn as they all listened to the absolute chaos happening behind the door of Psychiatrists Dr. Scratchansniff.

Tianna didn't have to wait too long though as half the candidates noped out before they were even called and the other half ran away screaming 5 minutes after entering. Tianna had absolutely no idea what she was getting into.

She was finally called in by an attractive yet tired looking nurse alongside two older gentleman who Tianna guessed as the CEO and Scratchansniff.

They briefed her on the situation at hand before introducing her to the "patients". Tianna has heard of the Warner siblings before, used to watch a lot of their older cartoons when she was a kid; their random sarcastic comedy always amused her. Apparently they've been getting a lot more out of hand as of late and the studio lot can't take anymore property damage.

Long story short they needed someone to wrangle them into submission, at least for a little bit, until the accounting team can set up a better budget for all the property damage.

Tianna knew that this was impossible and she told them as much; not only were they toons but they were also children, a combination that is a recipe for success entertainment wise but also came with dire consequences business wise.

They begged her to try anyway, promising to pay her double, triple if they had to.

Usually Tianna thrived on seeing corporate fat cats and CEO's suffer for their foolish actions but this.....it was starting to get sad. They all looked very tired and their sanity seemed to be hanging by a thread, especially Scratchansniff.

Tianna reluctantly agreed to give it a shot but only if she receives compensation for any damage (mental or physical) she may suffer while attempting this.

They quickly lead her into another room beyond the office, there she finds the Warner siblings waiting for her on the couch. Well, not so much waiting but more constructing some sort of elaborate Irish river dance while simultaneously playing hopscotch on the couch.

The door was then slammed behind her, and the sound of about a dozen locks clicking all at once let her know that she wasn't going anywhere for a while. That's when the Warners finally noticed her.

She waved awkwardly and they merely stared at her like some sort of demented cat caught eating something it wasn't supposed to.

Before she could even speak a proper hello the two brothers ran at full speed into her arms, kissed her cheeks, and simultaneously said "Helloooo nurse!"

Once able to regain her balance Tianna gave them both an annoyed glare before leading them back to the couch. She sat them back with their sister, who had been quietly observing the situation (probably looking of a funny opening to join in), stepped back with arms crossed and a stern look.

Tianna: That is not a nice thing to do, especially to a woman, let alone a stranger you've just met.

That apparently took them all aback for a moment as if the thought had never occurred to them. It was further confirmed when Wakko raised his hand and ask "why?"

So apparently nobody has taught these kids about personal space, boundaries, and/or asking for consent before and that was all very concerning to Tianna.

A little bit of Toon history: Toons in reality are very innocent beings even if they know a lot of raunchy humor and bad habits, but that is mostly kept on set or amongst themselves. Toons never mean any harm (real life threatening harm that is) even if they're drawn as "good" or "bad", their sole purpose in life is to entertain. Their ethics and morals are very different from that of regular humans and it had been a very long prosses to be able to integrate them with regular people. The problem isn't knowing right from wrong, the problem is teaching them what is taboo amongst humans that isn't taboo amongst Toons. This isn't necessarily their fault as they had been originally drawn with that intention by humans; so really it's humanities fault for playing God and not thinking about the consequences.

Anyways, the Warner siblings were from 1929, when cartoons were just coming out and barely considered living beings with no rights what-so-ever. Atop of that they were children with no parental figure or written background, they've been stuck in a water tower most of their lives, and the only interaction with the outside world they've ever had is through the entertainment industry. So yeah, even by Toon standards this was kind of messed up, these kids could get into some serious legal trouble and not even know it.

So Tianna sat down and talked with them, which is another thing the siblings seemed surprised about because apparently nobody ever just wanted to talk to them, let alone calmly explain to them why what they did was wrong and how they could learn form it. It was a very new experience for them and with each passing minute Tianna grew even more concerned.

The Warners seemed to enjoy talking to her; Dot always liked having another girl around to even things out in the group and excitedly asked if she could style Tianna's hair (she accepted of course). Yakko liked the challenge of trying to make her laugh, since Tianna was such a stoic person even the smallest of chuckles was a victory for him. Plus he enjoyed being able to talk as much as he wanted without somebody telling him to shut up. Wakko was just happy that somebody was willingly interacting with them for more than five minutes. He talked about his favorite snacks and asked if he could call her Tia for short (again she agreed).

She emerges from the room two hours later, hair a mess with uneven braids and pigtails, shirt stained with mustered and jelly, pants and shoes just a touch singed black, yet still happily waving goodbye to the Warners before heading back to the wait room.

It is there that the Nurse, Scratchansniff, and the CEO were anxiously waiting for her. There were surprised to not only see her in one piece but also to see that she wasn't running for the hills despite her disastrously look at the moment. They had no chance to ask her how it all went or if she'd accept the job because as soon as she saw them she started angrily screaming at them, tearing them all a collective new one.

Tianna: Do you have any idea how many ethical Toon entertainment laws you've broken? Not to mention all the child endangerment, mistreatment, and labor laws that have been violated. No wonder they won't cooperate with you, do you have any idea how much emotional and psychological trauma you've caused them? Of course they're Toons so they don't respond to it the same way humans do but there is still a lot of damage done! You've done nothing to teach them on how they should act outside the society of entertainment and instead reprimand them with no explanation what-so-ever. Did you honestly think isolating them inside a goddamn water tower would satiate their need for attention, cause that's all their asking for, just even a little bit of attention and kindness would of helped their psychological and emotional development!

She continued screaming at the three of them for a good half hour before her voice finally gave out, Tianna wasn't used to talking louder than a monotone speaking voice. That still didn't stop her from glaring at them, causing three grown adult that were older and supposedly wiser than her to cower behind a desk.

After a glass of water, a few aspirins, and a complimentary sandwich Tianna was calm enough to finally tell them how the session with the Warners went. She said that they were good kids and would be happy to babysit but also demanded living accommodations with all expenses paid for, five times the salary they promised her, and Sundays off, or so help her she will bring them a lawsuit so bad that it will burn the entire company to the ground. Of course this was all agreed to.

And thus began Tianna's adventures in babysitting the Warner siblings!

(Let me know if y'all want a part 2 with Tia and the Warners hijinks)

#animaniacs #animanics 2020 #animaniacs fanart #yakko wakko and dot #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #oc #original character #my art #dr scratchansniff

[thunder-at-dawn]

OH BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME HCS FOR YOU (mainly gonna be sbi or bench trio bc them,, *gently holds*

Ler!Phil

I don't see this much but Phil using his beard to tk,,

Not only dies Phil use his wings to tk he also uses them to trap the lee, like a little ball they can't escape >:)

I've seen designs of Phil with sharpish nails and I'm just like

*e ye s e m o ji*

Mainly does light tickles unless provoked alot or told otherwise

Lee!Phil

If I had a nickel for everytime Phil has accidently tickled himself w/ his own wings I'd have, way more than nickels, which is quite alot and honestly it's not surprising that it's happened so often

Tinyinnit would sometimes use Phil's feathers to tickle him, ofc Phil would always get him back because he always feels the feathers getting plucked

Honestly doesn't try to escape much unless in a ler mood because Dadza doesn't have the heart to push his chilren away

Lee!Ranboo

This enderboy is too ticklish for his own good

Holy shit

He wasn't really used to physical contact so whenever he and Tubbo platonically cuddled he'd always giggle and pull away bc Tubbo's hair was tickling his neck and he was kinda confused at first but he finally asked about it and was relieved when Tubbo's face lit up

Enderman chirps and purrs while being tickled, that's how you tell if he's comfortable and happy

PAW PADS. EXTREMELY SENSITIVE. His hands do the little twitch thing cats do in their sleep when you touch them, it's really endearing

He now initiates tickle fights for the sake of physical affection

He rarely wins ofc

Which is kinda funny bc

Ler!Ranboo

LONG LANKY MAN

TALLBOO

His arms are really long conpared to his body and the just barely touch the ground if he hunches over (which is all the time in his current house)

Far reach, can stop the lee from running easily

Two tails pog? Prepare for trouble, and make it double? Fluffy tips? Can latch onto stuff in addition to having long arms

Half the time he doesn't even mean to tickle the lee but when he does

Uhoh

He can be evil if his knows the lee is comfortable with it. Especially if provoked

He makes really dry puns in between teasing, sometimes will ask genuine questions and make conversation as if he isn't wrecking your shit—

(Exp: "I can't beLEEve I didn't know this sooner." "I didn't know you were ticklish here. You hidin' stuff from me [lee name]?" "Wanna name any other spots for me? Or do I need to find out myself?"

[If the lee names a spot]: 1. "I forget, did I already try that? It seems you'll have to name another spot." 2. "Really now? I never knew that~."

[If the lee doesn't name a spot/tells him to shut up]: 1. "Well that was rude. I guess I'll just have to keep looking. Are you ticklish here? What about here? Oh I think here~." (He'll keep moving spots each time) 2. I can't think of a number 2 LABEUIS onto Tubbo hcs, apologies if I'm rambling alot

Lee!Tubbo

Chaotic gremlin child, usually gets tickled to take him down a peg

It usually works

Usually.

Tiny horns, long goat/ramlike ears that flick whenever they get tickled

If the base of his horns get tickled he'll most likely shake his head at rapid speeds so be warned

Well, anywhere on his head really

(noooooo I'm not projecting I swear/s)

He definetly snorts, though he'll deny it to the day he dies

If somethings tickling him he'll only let you know if he thinks it was an accident, which isn't the best idea bc the ler just immediatly looks like '>:)'

Will definetly run, but he honestly enjoys the chase, even if he never makes it very far because he's SHORT/lh/hj

Good at hiding, like holy cow, he'll literally be in a tiny little crevice and just stare at the ler, that is until he giggles and they turn around and see a tiny ram boi staring at them

And the chase is on again

Ler!Tubbo

Remember when I said usually in the lee hcs?

You'd better hope usually is all the time

Tubbo is a man of revenge

Evil revenge indeed

He'll just deadpan stare at the former ler and do one of the two things

1. Reach out his hands for cuddles, but the cuddles are a lie! You've been fooled! Absolutely outplayed! Now get wrecked!

2. Stand up and say "Run." You already know what's coming :)

Will have existential crisises™ while tickling the now lee (aka the sleep deprived conversations we see on Ranboo's streams) and the confusion just makes the lee laugh harder

(Exp that totally isn't me projecting my 4am thoughts: "You know, I've always wondered why children cry the second they're born, do you think humans live a life of constant pain and decay since they're born, but as we get older we just get used to the constant turmoil? Do you think that whenever we 'get hurt' so to speak, the pain just intensifies?")

Whenever the lee laughs harder during his dilema he'll say something like "Hey! Are you laughing at me? This is an important discussion! Do you think tax fraud should be legalized?!"

I HAVE SO MANY MORE FOR THE REST OF SBI BUT I FEEL LIKE AN ANNOYANCE AND THAT I'M RAMBLING SO I'M GONNA LEAVE IT HERE SHSYSS/gen -Vio

OHHHH wow ok theres a lot to unpack here *eyes*

phil using his beard to tickle,,,,,,,,thinks about it

lee!phil. so true

i’ve seen the headcanon the ranboo makes enderman chirps when tickled and it’s just. *gently holds him*

the concept of ranboo being an evil ler....mmmm i like that :0

tubbo shaking his head rapidly and snorting while tickled <3333

TUBBO HAVING RANDOM CONVOS WHILE WRECKING SBDJJDKDJ THATS SUCH A FUNNY CONCEPT

THESE WERE ALL SUCH GOOD HEADCANONS. thank you vio!! although, can you maybe split these into multiple asks next time, like one for each character? i just don’t want people to have to scroll down such a long ask to get to the next post on their dash bshsjdnkdkd /nm!

#anon ask #anon vio #🪶 philza: father of the crows #🌑 ranboo: enderwalker #🐝 tubbo: bee boy

[mamacleo]

"We don't want to be doing this either."

CW/TW: Frank talk about borderline personality disorder. Can be triggering.

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What did they give you?

Did they give you love? Did they give you respect? Did they give you support?

Did they give you abuse? Did they give you disrespect? Were you on your own?

If it's both? Unpredictable? Nearly random? And constant?

Imagine being in Marine boot camp. That for no reason you can grasp, either everyone hates you or you think they do. Imagine every expression of respect or support is suspect because you know it carries conditions that can cripple you. Because there is never any knowing if a good word hides a fist or a knife.

Imagine, too, that when you screw up, you will be physically hazed for you don't know how long, how hard, and it is random. What got praise yesterday can leave you bruised today. Or scarred. Heaven help you if they should get creative.

It comes with brainwashing. Always. Being told you deserve what you get. Your self-worth being dismantled with verbal violence. Always with the voice of rage. The sound of rage. You hear it coming before it arrives now. You are powerless to stop it.

There are no rules. There are no guidelines. There are no patterns. Any time, day or night. In your sleep. While you're eating. While you're resting.

Imagine being on guard for all of this all day, every day. Your amygdala, lighting up all day and feeding you nightmares at night. The constant short breath, the constant flow of adrenaline. Always assessing your surroundings in the vain hopes you might escape.

Now imagine that Marine boot camp lasting for twenty years.

How would you come out? What kind of a broken person would you be if you went into boot camp and it didn't end? Didn't stop? Worse than you imagined? You had no idea how long it would last? Every day, hoping it's the last, hoping there'll be a break, but there isn't and no one will tell you when it's gonna end.

Waking moment to sleep, then the nightmares. Lather, rinse, repeat. Twenty years. Maybe more.

Could you do it? Could you do it without committing suicide? Could you?

Would the Geneva Conventions allow us to do that to prisoners of war? Could we stand before The Hague and escape judgment?

What would you be like if you went into the Marines as a young adult and were trapped in it, no escape, no hope, and didn't come out until you were middle-aged? Two decades of this? Can you imagine this being done by the Marines and there not being a Congressional inquiry?

Could you do this to an adult human being?

It happens to children. Every day. Every, every day. By parents. Teachers. Relatives. Schoolmates. Clergy. Youth leaders.

The results of this are, for most victims, devastating. For most of us, we end up with this thing that psychologists tagged "Borderline Personality Disorder." That's what BPD is, not bipolar disorder, if you were wondering. The pathology of it is complex. It's brutally hard to cope with.

It's emotions ratcheted up way past 11. The best word I have for it is "operatic." Every cruelty is Carmen, every battle is Ride of the Valkyries, every terror is Don Giovanni. The pain, and it is an emotional pain so severe you feel it all over your body, is excruciating enough to make you scream. (At first.) I could tell you how it usually goes, but there is no usually goes. That's the horror of it. It's devious.

It knows you better than you do, because it's fueled by your subconscious and knows all the secrets you won't consciously admit to yourself. It will not hesitate for a heartbeat to use them to crush you, because believe me, BPD is all about destroying yourself. In your mind, you're just finishing the job the world started.

You're easily triggered. It can be anything. It can be nothing. You may not know what did it. It might hit like a shot. It might build up. It might come over you like a tsunami. Once it starts, you can't stop it. Not usually.

For instance: I have been showing borderline symptoms since I was about 11. I've been like this for 49 years. Only in the last two have I made the kind of progress to where I can now either divert or resolve the episode without the usual damage.

It wasn't easy. Though I didn't realize it until just this very moment, I used it against itself. I worked hard on this, obsessively, compulsively, for close to 40 years, and my progress is phenomenal.

All the fierce concentration, the operatic fears, the delusional thinking--I've gotten very, very good at it--and I still can't always stop it. I have strategies, but they don't always work. Every time is different.

Think about that. EVERY TIME IS DIFFERENT.

If you have not gone through it, you simply cannot imagine it. And the exhaustion. Oh, holy Hera, the exhaustion. You cannot imagine the crushing weight of a lifetime of this. It affects your physical health. People who don't have this don't understand, *it's cumulative.* And like arsenic, you can't flush it out.

The best you ever do is manage it. It's a life sentence. There's no escape. Your brain was hardwired to be like this. Like John Mulaney says, "We don't want to be doing this either." With work, and it takes a LOT of work, you can make it better.

But not everyone has it. Not everyone is strong. Not everyone is brave. Not everyone can make the right decisions. Not everyone can think clearly.

Most of us don't even realize it. I didn't until I was 58 years old and a shrink diagnosed me following a suicide attempt. How can you fix it when you don't know that it's there? Shrinks don't want to deal with us. We take work, exhausting work. We're hard to live with. They'd rather just medicate us, and not all of us respond to what few meds there are.

Now allow me to blow your mind.

THERE ARE TENS OF MILLIONS OF US.

We're "the weird kid." The dork. The manic pixie dream chick. The ones who hated ourselves so much it showed. That doesn't change. It never changes. There is no therapy, no counseling, no medicine that will ever get rid of that deep, tenacious rupture that is BPD self-loathing. The best you do is come to terms with it.

The stigma must end. It's difficult. We have a long road. It's only recently becoming known and there is a lot of fear of us. It's not unwarranted, either. People get caught up in our emotional storms and get hurt. Occasionally even physically. I will tell you hard things, but I will not lie to you: we have deeds to answer for.

Mine is managed, at last, but it still can't be controlled. I just spent a week in a particularly cruel one. And went into one last night. I got out, but the shadow of it will linger a day or two.

The best you can do is come up with strategies. That is something I can help others do now, and it is going to make everything that has gone before worth it.

#borderline #borderline personality problems #borderline personality disorder #trans #trans woman #borderline treatment #borderline acceptance

[bi-the-way-132]

La Vie en Rose

1 - Don't Forget About Me

Summary: Everything about her is perfect. Her grades, her looks, her personality, everything. Desiree Hale is known as little miss perfect all throughout middle school. But when she makes the transition from being in eighth grade to being a freshman, everything changes. Not because of the change in her surroundings, but because of a girl. A girl with gorgeous brown locks and stunning eyes to match, with a voice that sounds like an angel and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. The moment Desiree laid her eyes on the girl, she knew there was something different about herself.

Word Count: 3,205

Warnings: None

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Water splashes on the light gray concrete, soaking the people nearby. Meat sizzles on the grill, sending a delectable aroma through the air. Adults and children cover the lawn, chatter fills the surrounding space. The Sun's rays beat upon everything it can reach, making anything hot to the touch. This is what a Fourth of July party looks like. People having fun interacting with each other and forming relationships with people they had just met.

But not me. I've been sitting in the corner underneath an enormous oak tree with my journal full of short stories and other random notes. No one has bothered talking to me. It's not like anyone would want to talk with the girl who has her face buried in a journal. They're too busy enjoying the sun and partying. I'm not a big fan of the sun. Or parties. I'd much rather sit inside and read or write all day.

I turned the page in my notebook and began jotting down random thoughts that pop into my mind. As I looked up to relax my eyes, I noticed a girl my age approaching me in a bright blue two-piece swimsuit with a bright smile on her face. I smiled back and watched as she sat next to me on the grass.

"So, what brings you to this miserable party?" She asked, her smile not fading.

"My parents are friends with the hosts." I deadpanned. "You?"

"My parents are the hosts." She chuckled.

Silence. We stared into the distance and watched my little sister -who's only six years old- jump into the pool with a bright pink ring sitting around her waist as my dad caught her. I smiled when I heard her screams of joy.

"What's your name?" The girl said as she cleared her throat.

"Oh, it's Desiree." I stuttered, clearly being thrown off guard by the sudden question. "What's yours?"

"Zoe." She replied.

More silence. That's enough of our conversation. It's obvious neither of us gets out there or talk to others often. We've only said six things to each other. And every time we try to converse, it always starts with her asking a question.

"Wanna come to the pool with me? I think it's a lot cooler than sitting out in the sun." Zoe comments. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Actually, that sounds nice. I'll be right back." I said, standing up as my arms naturally spread to the sky to release tension.

"If you're changing, I could show you where the bathrooms are." She commented.

"That's alright. Your mom told me where they were when we got here." I replied, grabbing my bag and hurrying into the house and towards the bathroom.

Once I was inside, I quickly stripped off my clothing and changed into my black two piece. I turned to look at the mirror and pulled my dark brown hair into a high ponytail to prevent it from getting wet. Smiling, I made my way out of the bathroom and found Zoe standing by the door, waiting for me.

The two of us ran to the pool and dove into the deep end with grins spread across our faces. Fully submerged in the water, I opened my eyes and looked to my right to see Zoe watching me. I smirked and began swimming to the surface. As I broke the fine line between the water and air, I felt my lungs gasp for air and my wet hair stick to the back of my neck. There was no point in that ponytail. I quickly stroked to the edge of the pool where I met with Zoe and got greeted with a splash of water to the face. I let out a dramatic gasp and pushed water towards her as well. Before we knew it, we made our way back out to the middle of the pool again in a huge water war. The two of us looked up to see my dad running towards us from the surface. I took in as much air as possible into my lungs and dove under the water just before he got to the pool. Zoe continued swimming in place and tried to protect herself from the oncoming tidal wave, but it was no use. Dad hit the water, and I felt myself get pushed towards the other side of the pool. As I felt the water calm down, I quickly resurfaced and swallowed a breath of fresh air.

"Dinner's ready, girls." Dad laughed as he swam over to us.

"That wasn't necessary." I said, brushing loose strands of wet hair behind my ears.

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you heard me." He replied as he stepped out of the pool. "I was also extremely hot."

Zoe and I glanced at each other and laughed, making our way out of the water. We hopped in line and draped brightly colored towels around our shoulders to dry off a bit. I grabbed a paper plate and collected a hotdog, some condiments and a small bag of Doritos. I thanked the man standing by the grill for the meal and scanned the yard for Zoe to find her sitting under the tree we met at. Smirking, I rushed to the grass. Standing at her side, I placed my food onto the ground and lay the towel flat next to where Zoe had done the same. I then sat criss-crossed on the fabric and dug into my meal.

"Tell me something about yourself." I prompted, breaking the silence.

"Oh, I uh, I play guitar and bass. I'm planning on trying out for the Jazz Band at my high school at the beginning of the year." She replied simply.

"What school are you going to?" I questioned.

"James Madison. You?" Zoe answered.

"Wait, no way, me too!"

"Really? What classes are you taking?"

I told Zoe almost every single one of my classes. Art, choir, French, and theatre for my electives. Earth science, honors language arts, secondary math one, and world geography for my core classes. Zoe's classes were a lot more complex than mine. Band, creative writing, and debate for her electives. Earth science, honors language arts, secondary math two, and AP human geography for her core classes. Not to mention if she makes it into the jazz band she'll have an extra-curricular.

We talked about our friends and lives in middle school. How I was perfect with grades and had little to no issues while she had to deal with drama and barley passing classes. Why we both made such big changes for high school is a significant question that neither of us know the answer to. The conversation dragged away from school and ventured into our home lives. Zoe told me about her brother Connor, and I told her about my little sister Brooke. She talked about how Connor has changed. How they used to be friends and would play with each other when they were younger and how they've drifted over the years. How much she wishes they could be close again and how it can't happen because of things he's done.

Zoe has dealt with so much shit throughout her life. From fights with her brother to being ignored by her parents, all she wants is to be seen. Usually I'd say the two of us are different people, but in reality, we aren't. After Brooke was born, I felt lost. My life took a sharp turn I didn't see coming. But yet again, doesn't everyone who has younger siblings been through the same thing I went through? I bet it doesn't last as long for them as it did for me. The rejection, I mean. It's been six years. Six damn years and my parents still give Brooke the attention they gave her when she was born. And what have I been doing? I've tried getting them to notice me, but it never works. I learned how to paint and made them something for their anniversary. It ended up in the basement. I drew my dad something for his birthday and it ended up in the basement. I learned how to sculpt things out of clay and made a sculpture for my mom and it ended up in the basement. Everything Brooke makes gets hung up or put on display. Everything I make gets put away. On the outside, we appear as a happy family. On the inside, we appear as a happy family. But it doesn't feel like it.

I finished eating quicker than I had expected and offered to throw Zoe's trash away for her. After many tries, she gave in and let me, telling me to grab her a Dr. Pepper while I was by the drinks. I complied and grabbed myself one.

"Thanks." She said as she popped the tab on the can, sending small droplets of the soda into the air.

"It's no problem." I replied, doing the same.

Everyone at the party had resumed their activities before the meal in no time, which meant Zoe and I had returned to the pool. We were floating on a raft together, chatting about anything that came to mind, when we suddenly felt someone flip the raft, throwing us into the water. I screamed and accidentally swallowed a bit of water. Zoe did the same. We both resurfaced, coughing the liquid out of our lungs while diabolical laughter rang through the air.

"What the hell was that for, Connor?" Zoe yelled, continuing to cough.

"Your screams were hilarious!" He laughed, falling dramatically into the water.

I eventually caught my breath and finally got a glance at what this Connor character looks like. He has pale white skin and unruly dark brown hair. He's incredibly slim with little to no meat on his bones. I brushed loose strands out of my face and tucked them behind my ears. A wave came from behind me, water splashing across Connor's face. I turned to see a wicked grin on Zoe's face. I know exactly what's happening. A water fight. I quickly dove under the water as the fight began, the siblings splashing each other with water. Reaching the concrete wall of the pool, I swung my leg onto the ground and popped myself out. I cautiously ran over to a bucket of water balloons and grabbed one, chucking it at Connor's back. He turned around with a playful glare, paddling himself towards me.

"Shit, shit shit shit shit." I muttered under my breath, grabbing as many balloons as I could, sprinting onto the grass.

I heard Connor leave the water and his wet feet against the concrete. I turned around to see Zoe climbing out of the pool herself, rushing to the pool house. Getting distracted with Zoe's actions, I felt a balloon hit the back of my thigh. My head whipped around to see Connor running in the opposite direction.

Zoe ran up next to me and handed me a super soaker, saying, "Those balloons aren't getting you anywhere."

I gladly took the gun and searched the yard for her brother when I saw an arm disappear behind a bright green bush. Pointing at the bush, we nodded at each other and sneaked up on the boy. I verged left while she went right. Slipping into the groups of people, we approached the bush with smirks on our faces. Zoe held up her fingers, silently counting us down from three. Three, two, one! Both of us blindly fired our super soakers at the bush, hoping we hit Connor. Swifter than we expected, he emerged from the bush and threw his hands into the air in surrender.

"Okay! I surrender!" He yelled.

"We'll forgive you if you get us popsicle." Zoe said, not putting her gun down.

"That's not how surrender works." Connor fought.

I squirted him with water. "Well, it's how it works around here."

"Jesus, fine." he replied, walking over to the cooler with his hands remaining in the air.

"Keep your hands where we can see them." Zoe called out.

"I am." Connor said. He grabbed three rocket pops and headed back over to us. "Have we made peace?"

"Yes." Zoe and I said in unison, each of us taking one popsicle.

As all of us peeled the wrapper off the cool treat, Connor and Zoe's dad approached us. "We're starting fireworks in the front if you'd like to join us."

"We'll be there in a minute." Zoe smiled.

She snatched the wrappers from all our hands and tossed them into the trash. I hurried over to my bag and slipped on my pair of blue shorts, completely disregarding my shirt. No one will care if I'm wearing a swim top and shorts. And besides, it's way too hot. She held out her arm to me to which I took, hooking my arm around hers. For only knowing each other for a few hours, I think we're getting along well. I've never clicked with anyone so easily before so this feels too easy. Maybe Zoe's being forced to hang out with me. It doesn't feel forced, though. Or maybe our personalities function perfectly together. Whatever it is, I don't think it matters. The bond we have is like a friendship that started many years ago. But it's only been hours. And hopefully, it lasts much longer than hours. Maybe we can have what those friendships that last for years have.

Skipping towards the gate that separates the backyard from the front, I grinned and started humming the theme to The Wizard Of Oz to myself. Zoe must have heard me, for she began singing the song. I laughed and sang along as we joined the rest of the party. Glancing around the area, I found an empty spot on the grass. I pulled Zoe to the spot with me and noticed it was right next to my family.

"So that's where you went." My dad commented, throwing a handful of glow sticks at me.

"Did you not just see me chasing Connor around with a squirt gun?" I questioned, taking a seat on the grass, pulling Zoe down with me.

"Apparently not." He replied.

Zoe, Connor, and I each grabbed a handful of the glow sticks off the grass and cracked them in one snap. Light illuminated in our hands and I took one of my red sticks and poked Zoe's shoulder. She poked me back with a blue one. And the war began. We poke each other back and forth with the glow sticks, breaking into a fit of giggles.

"How about you two use the glow sticks for something other than poking each other?" My mom recommended.

"No, I don't think we will." I replied, continuing to poke Zoe.

"Yeah, this is a lot more fun." Zoe added, poking my arm.

After poking each other for way too long, we tired of it and grabbed those plastic connectors and connected the ends of the glow sticks, forming bracelets just in time for the sun to set, putting us into darkness, the glow of streetlights illuminating our surroundings. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright white light appear. My head snapped to look at the light to find it was someone handing a sparkler to a small child. I smirked and turned to Zoe to find her looking at me. Her cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink as her gray eyes flickered away from my blue ones.

"Hey, wanna go get some sparklers?" I asked.

"Sure!" She smiled.

We headed over to the table that held all the fireworks and grabbed a few sparklers. A man neither of us knew lit them up for us, and off we went into the middle of the street. We waved the sticks around in the air, creating patterns with the sparks. I tried spelling my name in cursive, but spelling Desiree in cursive isn't the easiest thing, and neither is Zoe. Instead, we drew pictures like hearts, stars, and cats. Yes, we drew cats in the air with sparklers. Why would we not? Is that not something that everyone does? Eventually the flammable portion of the sparkler was no more, and we had to toss them into a bucket of water on the curb.

The rest of the night was full of laughter and pure joy, something I sadly haven't experienced in a long time. Fireworks were exploding around every corner you turned. People were running in the street with explosives in their hands, with no fear in their eyes. Zoe and I quickly tired of the noise and went inside. Zoe dragged me upstairs to her room. And it looks exactly what you'd think it would look like. Periwinkle bedding with pink decorative pillows and a white chunky knit blanket displayed across the foot of the bed. The walls are a lighter shade of blue with pink flowers painted on top. White panels cover the bottom half of the walls, creating a sense of contrast. Above her bed sits a display of all the pictures she's taken with her friends and boy, is there a lot.

"Sorry, it's kind of messy right now." Zoe apologized.

"It's alright. My room is in worse condition right now." I laughed. She laughed too.

She began explaining to me how she discovered her bedroom was the perfect place to view fireworks. By simply flicking off the lights and pulling up beanbags to the window, it gave us a front-row seat to a firework show with no noise. You can see the explosions of bright colors for miles and miles across the city. Some are mere specs of light, while others are large bursts of color that illuminate the room. The sounds of the explosions are small pops, some being more powerful than others. The two of us sat in a comfortable silence for quite a while before a pair of feet came down the hallway and towards the bedroom.

"Des, it's time to go." My mom said, cracking open the door.

I groaned and stood up. "Thanks for making this party a lot more tolerable." Zoe said.

"It's no problem." I replied. "So, maybe I'll see you at school?"

"Yeah, maybe. It was nice meeting you." Zoe stood and followed me out of her room.

"You too." I smiled.

Once downstairs, Zoe joined a group of people in the backyard while I headed out to the front door behind my family. I slid into the backseat and pulled my phone out of my backpack to see multiple texts from my friends. I responded to them one by one and quickly resumed my quiet and reserved personality I had at the beginning of the day. Eventually all my notifications had receded, and it left me staring out the window of the car, watching as buildings and fireworks sped past us in blurs. Suddenly I gained the feeling you get when you think you forget something somewhere, but you don't know what it is. After sitting and thinking about it for a bit, I realized what I had forgotten. I forgot to ask for Zoe's number.

#dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen #deh fanfic #deh #zoe murphy #oc #connor murphy #larry murphy #zoe murphy x oc #bisexual fanfic #pansexual fanfic #lgbtq fanfic

[seasonal-obsession]

 Six College/University!AU

Profiles and aesthetics✨

Age 22, only child

She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business and Management, and she’s finishing her postgraduate Master’s in Finance

The Castile-Aragon family is old money rich. Her parents own a big company that she’s meant to inherit

Didn’t come out to her family yet. She’s.. not scared, per se, she knows her parents will love her no matter what, but still she feels like she’s disappointing them

(Aragon: I will tell them... eventually. It’s not like I have a serious girlfriend or anything)

Hasn’t gotten used to British weather even though she has been living in England since she was 15. Starts to use winter wear in September ‘cause she’s always cold

Aesthetic: ankle length boots. Has tons of blazers, wears them under a Burberry coat. Turtleneck sweaters and bottom-down shirts. Jeans or wide leg-pants. Likes to wear layered jewelry, has one gold cross chain necklace she never takes off

Age 22, youngest child. She has two older brothers: Edward(the family disappointment) and Thomas(the golden boy)

Their parents kind of pinned them against each other when they were young, so they’re all super competitive. And dramatic. Jane has mosty outgrown this

(Thomas: I get it, you’re jealous. I’d be jealous too if someone was better than me at everything their whole life

Jane: not everything! I’m a better dancer than you *starts dancing horribly*

Parr: hon, you have badly misjudged your own abilities

Thomas: you think you’re better than me?! *also starts dancing terribly*

Parr: nevermind, you got a shot)

Just finished her Bachelor's in Social Work. Used to work part-time at the university’s library, that’s where she met Cathy

They have been dating for about a year and a half. They talked about moving in together, and when Jane scored her internship(full-time counseling job at a public school) they decided to speed things up, since Cathy’s apartment is way closer to it

Proud mama bear of her friend group

Aesthetic: ballet flats. Loves cozy cardigans. And scarves, she likes knitting them. Wears a lot of blouse and skirt convos, and dresses over long sleeve t-shirts. Likes flower patterns and clothing with ruffles. Wears soft, natural looking make-up

Age 21, has an older sister(Mary) and a twin brother(George)

Her father is a politician, and used to be an ambassador in France. Her family is upper-middle class

 She has a Bachelor's degree in Music Composition, and she’s currently doing a foundation degree in Music Performance. She plays the guitar

Sort of disowned. Parents do not agree with her carreer choice, and her father keeps pressuring her to “leave her hobby to do a real carreer, like Law or Politics”. They just now stopped paying for her tuition and most of her expenses, so she’s not exactly broke(..yet)

Aesthetic: heelys

(Parr: Anne, no, we live in the thrid floor and there isn’t an elevetor in our building

Boleyn: ugh fine.. whatever mom

Parr: I’m younger than you!)

black converse. Wears fishnet stockings with e v e r y t h i n g, ripped jeans, shorts, leather skirts. Band T-shirts and plaid fannel shirts. Leather jacket. Ear cuff earrings. Does not own a coat or any proper winter clothes, except this one knitted hat with a pompom

Age 20. No siblings. Her mom raised her alone and she is Cathy’s hero

Just graduated top of her class in record time, girl was tired™. Got a Joint Honours(it’s like a double major) degree in Journalism and English

...who are we kidding, she still tired™. Wouldn’t sleep at all if Jane didn’t drag her to bed

(Boleyn: don’t make me put sleeping pills in your coffee again

Seymour: ..again?)

Both excited and very stressed about having finished her university studies and finding a job

Reluctant mother of the children she has befriended(Anne and Kat)

Aesthetic: oxford shoes. Has reading glasses. Very practical dresser, her clothes always have tons of pockets. Wears overalls a lot. Likes double demin. And stripes! T-shirts with slogans fill her wardrobe, nerdy, sarcastic, funny, she has them all. Has a blue parka with a fur collar

Age 20, has a younger sister, they get along well. Both of them claim the other is their dads’ favourite child(which, true, but they both get to be one’s favorite)

She’s a RA at Richmond Hall, and she’s doing her fourth year of Veterinary Science. Loves dogs so much  

Her family is new money rich. Sister does modelling, and is now the face of the famous Holbein magazine. Anna and her kinda look alike and people tend to think Anna’s famous

Has a motorcycle

She and Catalina play football/soccer together on the university’s team

Aesthetic: combat boots, or running shoes. Faux fur, and faux fur only, will scream at you about animal cruety for asuming otherwise.

(Cleves: and I’m going to be a vet for god’s sake)

Black jeans. Cargo pants. Will wear sports clothes whenever she can manege. Basic top and basketball shorts. Tracksuits. Decided to straighten her hair because it took too much time styling her curls everyday. Has a nose ring. Always paints her nails, mostly metalic colors and reflective nail polish. Huge coats

Age 18, middle child that doesn’t get enough attention. Her parents divorced when she was 10. She lived at her dad’s and occasionally crashed at her grandmother’s or her aunt(Anne’s mom)’s when he travelled

Just started her first year at the university, studies Sociology oriented to Human Rights

She’s very exited to be there because she thought she wouldn’t be able to aford going

Got a cheerleading scholarship. People often underestimate her or call her an airhead, which pisses her off

(Some asshole: wait you have an A level GCE?

Howard: what, like, it’s hard?)

now living at the dorms

Aesthetic: sneakers. Likes to be cute and confortable. Wears leggins a lot(with prints!!), and a crop top or an oversize hoodie. Weakness for sparkles, in everything, definitly loves glitter make-up. Has holographic raincoat. Unlike Anne, she knows how to layer her clothes, everything is winter-wear if you put enough things under it

Yes I know, y’all wanted a fic(..and myself included) and this are random headcanons no one but me cares about BUT—

More drabbles are coming! (I can't lie to you guys, I don’t know if I’ll ever write a multi-chapter fic with the original idea but continue writing little piecces of this AU, it’s tons of fun) 

#six the musical #six college AU #catherine of aragon #jane seymour #anne boleyn #catherine parr #anna of cleves #katherine howard #this AU will consume me I’m not meant to create real content hahah #I couldn’t stop thinking of the queens in autumn/winter fashion #so.. asthetics #so MUCH family drama and mostly for no reason #other than they are the family they needed all along #anon if you’re reading this I’m writing Cathy and Jane’s first meeting #so you’ll be getting some Parrmour for this AU ;) #and some of Anne and Cathy's roommate shenanigans #broadway #six #please ignore the inaccuracies as I know of British Universities only what movies and 15 minutes of browsing Wikipedia have taught me #and/or spelling mistakes.. sorry #b99 reference just because #also legally blonde reference just because #also jane is everybodys mom but she gets to be childish too #thomas might continue to appear as a side caracther

[leialannister]

Why C+B=R doesn’t work...

*rubs hands*

This is going to be fun…

I’ll start with busting the evidences that the theorist gave to make their theory believable (I’m not trying to mock them here btw don’t get me wrong) and continue with other factors why they simply do not work.

1)Follies done for love.

So the first thing the theorist talks about is Catelyn’s Tully morals and stuff, then they give Catelyn’s thoughts when she learns of Robb and Jeyne’s marriage as one of the evidences.

Only then came her belated remembrance. Follies done for love? He has bagged me neat as a hare in a snare. I seem to have already forgiven him.

-A Storm of Swords, Catelyn II.

They claim that the “follies done for love” is actually about Robb’s parentage.

“Brandon knew how to take what he wanted. Seems like he begged some,

(We will wed on my return he vowed) and she agreed,

hence the follies done for love.”

This could have been a good comment of the paragraph if we didn’t have a much better and realistic cause for her thoughts which is Jaime. Catelyn freed Jaime to get back her daughters, the daughters she loved fiercely, and she believes they are under Cersei’s claws, who she also blames for her husband’s death, and I don’t think I have to talk about the love Catelyn bears to Ned, for I never shut up about it. (Mind that Catelyn was unaware that Arya had escaped from the capital when she freed Jaime.) So no, passing off Brandon’s bastard as Ned’s isn’t the follies done for love, but freeing Jaime Lannister.

2)I did so gladly.

Here, the other evidence is that she marries Ned gladly and in a haste, because she’ll pass the child as his own, and she shouldn’t be far along or showing by the time they marry.

“When Brandon died shortly before they were to wed, Catelyn now having realized she is pregnant does not want her baby to grow up a bastard, so when told she must marry Ned in a haste, she does so gladly, planning to tell him that the child is his own.”

The problem here is how they interpret the word “gladly”.

Highborns rarely have the chance to choose whom they marry, especially if they are a woman and it’s their lord father who had arranged the marriage for them. (The Queen of Thorns, we all know she’s just another level.) Keep in mind that Catelyn is the favored child of Tully, (I love the Tullys but sorry Hoster that’s bad parenting 101) she is probably even more loved than Edmure, the heir to the Riverlands, and being his precious child, he wants Catelyn to be happy, for she deserves the world (FACTS!). But the man is also ambitious as fuck, she wants both daughters to be the wifes of high lords, and mother high lordlings. This is a great chance at hand, probably that comes very rarely too, considering the heir to the North has always had a Northern marriage. But Catelyn, being the dutiful daughter she is (Family, Duty, Honor) answers the way it would please her lord father.

And when Lord Hoster promised her to Brandon Stark, she had thanked him for making her such a splendid match.

-A Clash of Kings, Catelyn IV.

And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.

-A Clash of Kings, Catelyn IV.

She marries off Ned “gladly” because she has always done her duty, not because she wants to pass Brandon’s bastard as Ned’s.

3)Jon Snow…

“Another issue is the way that Catelyn treats Jon. Jealousy is understandable, but it's very uncommon for a woman and a mother, with maternal instincts, to treat a small child so badly.”

The whole Jon Snow/Catelyn relationship is severely misunderstood, and I think that is why this is mentioned in the theory.

The thing is… Catelyn rarely even treats Jon. She simply ignores him to at least make his presence bearable. Jealousy comes a long while after Jon is born and brought to Winterfell, and that never makes a change to Catelyn’s behaviour.

She might have overlooked a dozen bastards for Ned’s sake, so long as they were out of sight. Jon was never out of sight, and as he grew, he looked more like Ned than any of the trueborn sons she bore him.

-A Game of Thrones, Catelyn II.

Her problem is not Ned banging another woman in wartime, it’s that this child is in her home, where her trueborn children lives. He lives pretty much in the same luxuries with her own children. This might be bold of me, but there is no other ACKNOWLEDGED (The Baratheon (!) children are out) bastard in the Seven Kingdoms who lives in much luxury under such conditions (like Ned lacking a true born heir, etc.). As their marriage and relationship progresses, my parents (Ned & Cat) fall in love and this is where you can assume the jealousy comes in. She loves Ned dearly, fiercely, and it not only breaks her heart but makes herself feel as if she’s not enough to see that Jon remains in Winterfell, no matter how many sons she had bore him. Aye, she is aware that Ned is bestotted with her, but just like everyone, she has her dark moments where she wonders if she could never fill the hole that the bastard’s mother had left behind (Let’s not forget to mention that she doesn’t even know if she had ever left his heart at all). Despite being a fictional character, Catelyn is still human, and no one can ever blame her for being a human. That is what makes her a greatly rounded and complex character in the first place.

It is also confirmed by George R. R. Martin that Catelyn has never abused or mistreated Jon in any way, other than the time she snapped at him when Jon came to bid Bran farewell.

“Mistreatment” is a loaded word. did Catelyn beat Jon bloody? No. Did she distance herself from him? Yes. Did she verbally abuse and attack him? No. (The instance in Bran’s bedroom was obviously a very special case.) But I am sure she was very protective of the rights of her own children, and in that sense always drew the line sharply between bastard and trueborn where issues like seating on the high table for the king’s visit were at issue. And Jon surely knew that she would have preferred to have him elsewhere.

-George R. R. Martin.

“Keep in mind that the only way a bastard can threaten a trueborn 1st son is if the trueborn son is actually a bastard.”

Umm, no? The kid is a danger to all, especially if something were to happen to Robb. After all, Catelyn’s other children are also a part of the line of succession after Robb.

“In the show Catelyn says:
“All this horror that's come to our family,
It's all because I couldn't love a motherless child”.”

I think I have talked enough about how this scene totally ruins Catelyn’s character, and my opinions on this matter can be understood pretty clearly from the explanation I made about Catelyn and Jon’s relationship. The show is full of bullshit, and this is just one of them. (see my twitter account for this)

4)EvEn CeRsEi?!

“When Catelyn discovers Cersei's children are bastards who are not Robert's, she thinks:

"Would even Cersei be so mad? Catelyn was speechless."

Why EVEN Cersei? Why not simply say Cersei?

She can't believe another woman did the same thing she did, which is to let her husband raise another man's child, as his own.”

LMAO, she is talking about the freaking Targaryens!!! Cersei is literally the queen of the man who dethroned the mad incest supporters and she finds out that his wife is doing the same exact thing! Don’t you guys think it’s ironic? Well, I wonder what makes Catelyn so shocked...

(Oh and by the way, Cersei, baby you were so right..)

5)16,20,50 & Some Height Issues

“This is what Catelyn thinks about Robb:
“Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. ”

So let’s ask ourselves Why these numbers?
Does Catelyn just pick them out at random or is there meaning behind them?
They certainly don’t seem to apply to Ned and yet they fit perfectly when applied to Brandon Stark

-Brandon was 16 when he met Catelyn and they fell in “love”
-And was 20 when he died.
-Although Rickard Starks exact age is unknown,
I believe this is who Catelyn is thinking of when she says 50, Robbs Grandfather who died with Brandon.

So here we have Catelyn's thinking of Robb's life:
may he live to meet a girl and fall in love,
may he not die at 20 like his father
or die at 50 like his grandfather.
may he hold his own son in his arms, something Brandon was never able to do.”

This is one of the most well-thought evidences, but it’s wrong nonetheless.

Brandon Stark was born in 262 AC, and Catelyn was born in either 264 or 265 AC, we do not know the exact year.

So yes, he died at 20, but Catelyn was 12 when her father promised him to Brandon. That makes Brandon 14 or 15 when they met and “fell in love”.

Oh and the mention of “tall”:

““ Catelyn watched a breeze stir his auburn hair, so like her own, and wondered when her son had grown so big.

Fifteen , and near as tall as she was. ... Let him grow as tall as his father"

Catelyn specifically noted how disappointed she was with Ned's height, compared to Brandon who was tall.

So how DID Robb get so tall if Ned is short?

And if Ned is so short, who does she mean when wanting Robb to grow, as tall as him?

Again this sounds like Brandon to us.”

Brandon being taller than Ned doesn’t mean Ned is short. Considering the average height for men is 5’9 today, someone who is 6’3 is tall. A man who is 6’1 is tall as well, but shorter than other. This is the same case. Ned is never mentioned to be short, he is just shorter than Brandon, who is mentioned to be tall.

5.1)Fall in love

Oh, and just fyi, Catelyn was never in love with Brandon. Yes she might have liked or even loved the idea of him and their live together, but never really loved him.

6)When possessive pronouns confuse the f out of you

“"She had brought him forth in blood and pain, not knowing whether Ned would ever see him. Her son.”

so Why say HER son?

This is how the sentence should have been like,

Given the premise that Ned is Robb's father:

"not knowing whether Ned would ever see him. His son.”

Or:

"not knowing whether Ned would ever see him. Their son.””

So ok, I’ll admit that this is the best one by far. There’s nothing I can say to deny them, though Catelyn does mention the children as “our” and as Ned’s son as well. And while might imply, it does not give the theory %100 accuracy.

7)Nine moons

Catelyn thinking about Robb:

““Brandon Stark had bid her wait as well.

“I shall not be long, my lady,” he had vowed.

“We will be wed on my return.”

"Yet when the day came at last, it was his brother Eddard who stood beside her in the sept. Ned had lingered scarcely a fortnight with his new bride before he too had ridden off to war with promises on his lips. At least he had left her with more than words; he had given her a son.

Nine moons had waxed and waned, and Robb had been born in Riverrun while his father still warred in the south.

Nine moons since when? This paragraph started with Brandon, not with Ned.”

Nine moons since ‘Ned had lingered scarcely a fortnight with his new bride before he too had ridden off to war with promises on his lips.’ I think this was pretty clear but okay. Considering the huge hate towards Catelyn, I’ve come to a conclusion that Martin’s works are very open for misinterpretation.

8)A son

““he had given her a son.” He did give her a son, instead of a bastard.

By marrying Catelyn,
Ned has effectively turned her Bastard into a son.”

I think this would have been again one of the best well thought, if Catelyn mentioned more than words to Brandon as well. She basically said that Brandon just left her with words while Ned gave her more. If Brandon gave her bastard, she wouldn’t have just said “words”. Yes, she might not have mentioned it as “a son” but there would be more than that.

9)Lord Dustin is Actually GRRM in a nutshell

““On Catelyn’s own wedding night ...

When Lord Dustin had beheld her naked, he’d told Ned that her breasts were enough to make him wish he’d never been weaned”

Breasts are the very first to expose a pregnancy, way before the belly shows.

Why would GRRM make the effort to give us this little tidbit of information about how her breasts reminded men of nursing?”

I think this is just a way of GRRM describing his type. Quoting grrmartin from Tumblr:

“Catelyn’s descriptions make her seem like the most attractive woman in Westeros. And people comment on her beauty frequently. Unlike Dany or Cersei, people do not fear or need to compliment Cat in the same way. GRRM, the author, married 2 redheads. He clearly has a type. And based on your logic on what makes somebody the most beautiful, LF started the War of the Five Kings because he loved the beautiful Catelyn Stark, even after over a decade of not seeing her.”

see the original post here

GRRM’s like of hot women is known, and “hot women” by classic standards are big breasts, a slim waist and wide hips. They are big guys. Ned Stark is a lucky man. Don’t overread. Not to mention that Catelyn tells herself that she’s given her maidenhood to Ned. Yes, maidenhood does mean an unwed woman, but it is also the synonym of “maidenhood”.

9)First time

This is, again, a controversial remark, I personally believe that it’s her instinct. She felt it. Though, the way it could work is very simple.

Her moon blood might have been early due to stress or coming after a few days they wed anyway. This was a time of war and they didn’t wait till women were most “available”.

10)Timeline…

Ok so I was going to continue with the other stuff that the theorist had mentioned but this is getting too long and I’m getting bored. So let’s bust this theory with the simplest thing: Timeline!!!

“Age: Brandon died in 282AL , Rob was born in 283AL. Time wise, it's plausible.”

“they had spent that year apart, Ned off at war in the south”

This way, because she gave birth at Riverrun without Ned, Ned would not know exactly how long after he left Robb was born.

Robert's Rebellion timeline is speculative, at best.

This is how I think it went, in chronological order:

1. Catelyn and Brandon Conceived Robb at Riverrun.

2.Brandon left for KL, and died.

3.Ned married Catelyn BEFORE calling his banners, to make sure he has the Riverland's support. Riding all the way North from the Vale, only to go all the way back in times of war seems unlikely. Ned probably sent someone in his name to call his banners, while he went to wed Catelyn. This would place their marriage likely far less than 3 months after Brandon left Riverrun, probably around 6-8 weeks after Robb's conecption.

4.Ned goes to war.

5.Jon is born.

6.Robb is born.

Brandon dies In the early-mid of 282 AC (With the words arriving, Rickard coming to Kl) since Lyanna’s abduction happens early in the year. Then Aerys demands Ned and Robert’s heads so Jon Arryn calls the banners and Ned returns to the North and Robert leaves for Stormlands to call the banners. Then, The Battles of Summerhall happens, followed by Robert’s defeat in the Battle of Ashford. Having retreated to the Riverlands, The Siege of Storm’s End starts and we know that the defenders were already in bad shape “by year’s end.” Ned and Catelyn marry after the Battle of the Bells, since it is a double wedding and we know that Jon Arryn loses gallant cousin and heir, Ser Denys Arryn, so he needs a young wife to produce an heir. This means that Catelyn and Ned married in the early 283 AC.

If Brandon had impregnated Catelyn, she would have been heavy with child by the time they married, and Robb would have been big enough to know he’s not Ned’s by the time he meets Robb. I think this is the biggest evidence that this theory simply does not work.

11)Significance of Parentage

Robb getting in the list of the secret parentage reduces the significance of parentage. There are way more believable parentage theories (and canon ones like the Baratheon (!) children) out there that concerns other families, and they have much more evidence other than the crumbs here. Everyone being a secret bastard takes the excitement of the better ones like R+L=J or A+J=CJ (love this one, don’t think it’s true but love it anyways).

In conclusion, even if I’m wrong, and Robb is actually Catelyn’s son (though I know Catelyn to be better than that, there’s a reason why I stan her) it makes literally no impact to the storyline. Robb is dead, Ned is dead, Brandon is long dead, Catelyn is dead, at least the part of her that made her Catelyn is. How other people will be aware of this is a dilemma as well. There has to be a good reason for Bran to look from the eyes of the Godswood of Riverrun. The only way this can have an importance is Jeyne being pregnant, (The chances are quite low on this one.) though not much would come of it anyway.

#catelyn stark #ned stark #ned x cat #catelyn tully #catelynstark #robb stark #brandon stark #brandon x catelyn #tbh c+b=r is pure bs but i tried my best to remain respectful #catelyn is baby and people think she's a heartless cold bitch #honour people... #cat has it you know